We brought great ships to birth,
We builded towns and towers—
Lords of the sea and earth,
Soon shall the sky be ours.
Soon shall our navies drift
Like swallows down the wind,
Shall wheel and swoop and lift,
Leaving the clouds behind.
The stars our keels shall know,
The eagle, as it flies,
Shall scream to see us go
Swift moving through the skies.
High o'er the mountain-steep
Our winged fleets shall sail,
The serried squadrons sweep,
White-pinioned down the gale.
We are the lords of the land,
We built us towns and towers,
The sea has felt our hand—
Soon shall the sky be ours.